I cleaned the car in a hurry with a bit of oily waste, took it to a yard which I have used at times, at an address which I beg you to permit me to forget, changed the number plate, and, at an hour which I deemed discreet, drove uptown in order to dispose of the car by leaving it deserted near the garage from which it came.

The owner's house is on Riverside Drive.

His name is Morris; he is absent in Chicago on business, while I learnt that his chauffeur was ill." A gasp of uncontrollable excitement from Devar drew all eyes to him.
"Great Jerusalem!" he cried.

"Next house to my aunt's!" "There's a mistake somewhere," broke in Brodie.

"I know Mr.Morris's car, and that isn't it." Lamotte was positively annoyed that his word should appear to be doubted.
"Messieurs," he said grandiloquently, "I assure you on my honor that I am not misleading you." Nor was he.